Chapter 1

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It is my first day at working at the Asylum and boy am I nervous. I take one more look at myself in the mirror, only to be greeted by emerald green eyes glaring back at me. I stared at the bland and ugly cream plain shirt wrapped tightly around my body. I peered down at my matching bland trousers which sat directly below my waist. I then sighed and trudged out of the room.

When I arrived downstairs, I put in my sunglasses to hide my true identity (the Prime minister's daughter) and called for my fathers butler to drive me to the asylum institution.

When we finally arrived I stepped out of the car only to be greeted by a tall and dark building with several broken windows. I took one last deep breath and began to enter the the asylum...

Hey guys. Thank you for reading this chapter and I shall carry on in the future (aka probably now) This is a really short chapter as the others may be. I have chosen to scrap "The problem with food" as I don't think it is going anywhere. I will try to carry on with it if you want me too but it might take a while.
Ok this is getting too long. I will explain more in the next chapter. Cya 😈👻💀👾

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